THE Lingering Word churned at the edges of his awareness, and Noah studied it the way a man studies a beautiful blade lying in poisoned oil.
A True authority of binding and decree. Sentences that ignored the gap between Scales entirely, endings that simply applied!
Every sentence spoken in it writes a small piece of the speaker's own ending.
And he did not know how quickly he could be tainted.
Was it ten uses before the burrs seeded terminal threads into his Cause? A hundred? One? The Cursed Descendants themselves were the case study, and Noah had no intention of joining a study group whose members all had expiration dates. So he decided, calmly and finally, not to utilize it for now.
But there was another matter that had been quietly bothering him since the battle, and this one he could solve today.
The fusion.
